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 Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 2:10 am
 Netra sat quietly on the edge of a plateau, gazing down at the land below, blanketed white by the winter snows. His eyes were dull, a slight droop to his shoulders indicating that wherever his thoughts lay, it was not in a happy place.
Netra had lost whatever love he may have had for winter, and as he gazed at the land below, his mind was filled with the vision of what could happen if the snow from where he sat came crashing down on the elk heard grazing below. There were about fifty of them, he supposed, and most of them might manage to make it out of the danger zone, but for the old, or the young, or simply the slow....
Shaking his head to clear his mind of such thoughts and the memories to which they were attached, Netra stood and stretched, lowering himself on his forepaws with a large yawn as he puffed his tail a bit before straitening and giving it a shake to clear it of the extra snow it had gathered. He'd wasted more time than he had meant to, searching his memory, and now he needed to make up for that time by finding himself something to eat.
Turning from the edge, Netra wandered back toward the treeline. It wasn't long until he was wandering the forest paths again, his mind still distracted enough to keep him from being on complete alert.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 2:25 am
 Ayame trotted through the snow, forging a path through the icy white powder that easily reached to half her leg height. She was humming quietly under her breath, though that sound was lost amid the massive torrent of scrapping.
The noise was her fault, of course. The branch she was dragging now was one she'd been working on for awhile, snapping off all the annoying smaller branches and leaving just enough stubs to tie the thing up and attach it to her harness. It was quite heavy too, like dragging a dead elk all by herself. Which wasn't too horrible she supposed, since adult deer didn't give her much trouble.
The point of all this? Denali loved to badger her team into training at all times. If they weren't eating, sleeping, or doing team exercises then they should all be out there honing their individual strength. Ayame would do anything to keep Boss from lecturing her, so log-dragging it was. She kinda wished the snow was a bit higher, actually; it was easier to break a path with her chest than her legs.
She was leaving a fairly large trail of cleared snow in her wake as well. That should keep Boss extra happy, the gang could use that to go look for prey without tiring themselves by making paths in the snow.((I figure he can either be behind her or ahead of her, your pick.))
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 3:19 am
A dim part of his mind had been aware of the scraping sounds as they got closer, Netra was certain. However the rest of his mind did not appear particularly keen to pay such information much heed, much to the Daeva's misfortune. Sometime after his subconscious was made aware of the noise, Netra inexplicably lost his footing when he stepped forward into a forged path he hadn't noticed, and ended up tripping over himself completely in a flurry of wings and snow with an indignant cry. For a brief moment, he laid sprawled and blinking, before slowly sitting up and looking blankly at a large log right in front of his muzzle. "What the..."
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 3:34 am
Ayame turned her head around slowly at the sound of some kind of bedlam behind her log. The sight that greeted her caused her chocolate-brown eyes to twinkle in amusement. It wasn't that she liked tormenting others or anything, though she did pull the occasional joke or two. No, it was just that a Daeva had tripped right into her path.
For one thing, Daevas were huge; this male along easily stood more than two feet taller than her. They also could generate fire from their paws at will, and who could forget the wings. So if a Daeva did decide to fore-go the sky to walk in the snow, she figured the fire feet would help. Even then, the snow only made it halfway up her legs. It had to be even lower on the Daeva. Thus why the tripping amused her so greatly.
"You alright," she drawled, looking the male over to see if there were any obvious injuries. Like red snow, that made things obvious. Otherwise he was out of luck, cause Ayame sure as heck wasn't a healer!
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 4:03 am
While perfectly well aware of how absurd it was for him to have tripped at all, having been convinced he was still alone in the woods had kept Netra from the need to feel overly embarrassed about it. He was aware that he had not been paying attention to his surroundings, and saw the trip as a polite wake up call from above, as wandering around without his ears perked could be a dangerous occupation.
However, when he found himself addressed by an unexpected female voice, his wings flared in a mixture of surprise and the automatic instinct to frighten off a threat. Seeing who spoke, and gathering his wits, the Daeva settled his wings back about him and sat primly with his tail wrapped snugly about his paws. "I am fine, thank you," he responded mildly, genuinely perturbed now to realize his incident had a witness attached, though he tried not to show it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 08, 2011 4:39 am
"Sorry about that," Ayame said, guesturing with a jerk of her head at the large log strapped tied quite securely to her harness, "but the idea is to walk in the path rather than over it." Her eyes flickered from the log to the Daeva a couple of times, measuring. Yea, the path would have been just wide enough for him to walk on. Maybe not comfortably, his paws might brush against the mounds of snow that made the walls of the path, but he could probably manage.
"Wouldn't go back that way, though, if you'd rather be alone," she added, shrugging in a nonchalant way as she flicked her head in another gesture, this one at the path. "It leads back to my tribe, the Yukon Gang. Not that we're aggressive towards strangers or anything, but some of the foxes there have way too much energy than they know what to do with."
Ayame did refrain from rolling her eyes at the mental image her tribe usually made, though she did sigh a bit. "Name's Ayame, by the way," she added, figuring it would be rude to trip someone in her path and then just jog on off on her merry way. She couldn't stay still much longer though, she'd been exercising hard and her muscles would seize up on her if she didn't get to moving again.
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